curse of san mesiaSan Mesias Curse By Daniel Martin, A.K.A cytherina, A.K.A Dista, A.K.A SiraxxxSan Mesia The city was slowly turning into a slum or a ghetto. There was an increasing number of break-ins and more and more unemployed people were coming onto the streets. There was a pawnshop, a diner and a few other things that a city would have. Junkies and drug addicts hung around inside and outside a disco called The Asylum. The tattoo parlor next to it was still in pretty good shape though, apart from a broken window. The place had one hotel which was the most secure building apart from Zappers Electro Shop which had a keypad and a few other locks. The sewers where overrun with rats and a lot of the warehouses where abandoned. Every so often one would run across a few stray dogs looking for something to eat in a trashcan. The beach was littered with trash and cigarette butts. This was not the kind of place that anyone would want to live. It w
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Im Thinking of you, Waiting for you...Im sitting here, dont know what to do,Im watching you, waiting for you.Thoughts in my head, of trees that grew,Im watching you, waiting for you.Waiting for you, to come or write,But youre not here, your out of my sight,Im watching you, waiting for you.Red-black blood, its runing through my viens,It could drip-drop to the ground, just likewhen it rains.But you will come, Im sure of it,Because I know its you.And so I am still thinking,Thinking of you, waiting for you.